You Can Tell Everybody, This Is Your Song - Lyrics

[SlowwHand]

For Joe Bolin. Bartender, fellow S.A.L. brother, and friend.

Picasso's Last Words
Paul McCartney

The grand old painter died last night
His paintings on the wall
Before he went he bade us well
And said goodnight to us all.
Drink to me, drink to my health
You know i can't drink any more
Drink to me, drink to my health
You know i can't drink any more

3 o'clock in the morning
I'm getting ready for bed
It came without a warning
But i'll be waiting for you baby
I'll be waiting for you there

So drink to me drink to my health
You know i can't drink any more
Drink to me drink to my health
You know i can't drink any more

French interlude

Temp change

Jet... drink to me

Drunken chorus

French (tempo) drink to me... ho hey ho

[boann]

brand new neil young..... album called Greendale


"be the rain"

save the planet for another day
"attention shoppers, buy with a conscience and save"
save the planet for another day
"save alaska! let the caribou stay"
don't care what the governments say
"they're all bought and paid for anyway"
save the planet for another day
"hey big oil, what do you say?"

we were runnin' through the night
never knowin' if we would see the light
paranoid schizophrenic visions
livin' in fear of the wrong decisions

we got to wake up
we got to keep goin'
if they follow us
there's no way of knowin'

we got a job to do
we got to
save mother earth

be the ocean when it meets the sky
"you can make a difference, if you really try"
be the magic in the northern lights
"six days....six nights"
be the river as it rolls along
"it has three eyed fish and it's smellin' strong"
be the rain you remember fallin'
"be the rain, be the rain"

yeah rain was fallin' and we're soakin' wet
hail is beatin' down on our heads
the wind is blowin' through our hair
faces frozen in the frigid air

we got to get there
alaska
we got to be there
before the big machines

we got a job to do
we got to
save mother earth

dream the hunter on the western plain
"the birds are all gone, where did they go?"
dream the fisherman in his boat
"he's comin' home empty, he's barely afloat"
dream the logger in the great northwest
"they're runnin' out of trees, they got to give it a rest"
(there's no other way to cut it)
dream the farmer in the old heartland
"corporate greed and chemicals are killin' the land"

next mornin' sun was up at dawn
she looked around and earth was gone
dark visions he had last night
he needed peace, he needed light

he heard the rumble and
he saw the big machines
the green army rose
it was a bad dream

he had a job to do
he had to
save mother earth

be the ocean when it meets the sky
"greek freighters are dumping crap somewhere right now"
be the magic in the northern lights
"the ice is melting!"
be the river as it rolls along
"toxic waste dumpin' from corporate farms"
be the rain you remember fallin'
"be the rain, be the rain"
save the planet for another day
"be the rain, be the rain"
be the river as it rolls along
"be the rain, be the rain"

[Drake Tungsten]

Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit
Wu-Tang Clan

Intro: RZA

[Tiger style]
[Tiger style] Tiger style
Yo, huh, huh
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta **** Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta **** Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta **** Wit
There's noplace to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
BAM! Aw, MAN! I SLAM
JAM, now scream like Tarzan

Verse One: RZA

I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome
I'm causin more Family Feud's than Richard Dawson
And the survey said -- ya dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your ****in head
MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back
Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum!

Verse Two: Inspectah Deck

I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude
And I'm forced to **** it up
My style carries like a pickup truck
Across the clear blue yonder
Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T.
Now why try and test, the Rebel INS?
Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
and eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state!

Chorus: RZA

And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta **** with
Straight from the mother****ing slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta **** with

Interlude: RZA

Hyah!
Step up, boy!
Represent!
Chop his head off, kid!

Verse Three: Method Man

The Meth will come out tomorrow,
Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro
Flow, with more afro than Rollo
Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow
Method, the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy Hollow
In fact I'm a hard act to follow
I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin on through
Niggaz is like "Oh, my God, not you!"
Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie
Rather do than die, check my
flava, comin from the RZA
which is short for the razor
Who make me reminisce true like Deja, Vu!
I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue
Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you

[Chorus]

[RZA]
Ahh-hah! Yeah
Representin Brooklyn Queens
Long Island, Manhattan Bronx
The Rugged Lands of Shaolin
Niggaz from Virginia, Atlanta
Our boys in Ohio
comin through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh
Yo, niggaz from The Source
My man Kelly Moon from the GAVIN
Rod Strickland, Jason ? and yeah
true, true, my nigga ? it's goin down boy
We ain't nuttin ta **** wit
The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
Niggaz from Detroit, ****in California squadron
comin through knahmsayin? The whole ****in West coast
to the whole East, niggaz from D.C.
Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan State
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta **** wit
all over the whole ****in globe, comin through boy
Peace to the ****in Zulu Nation
Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond
Wu-Tang slang, choppin heads boy
It ain't safe no more!
Peace..

[mactbone]

This song always makes me think about how far I've come in the four years I've been at college.

Miner at the Dial-A-View
- Grandaddy

I found your house and I saw your car
But I’ve no idea where you are
From the dial-a-view

Tire scraps on the federal roads
Look like crash landed crows
From the dial-a-view

I dream at night
of going home someday...
somewhere... so far... away

So dream alright
I know it’s gonna take some time
I’m going home someday

Fifteen years is almost done
and I don’t recognize anyone
from the dial-a-view

my home, my friends, and you
I watched them fade, but what can I do?
From the dial-a-view

[Pax]

Digable Planets - Last Of The Spiddyocks

[Butterfly]
The season's been good like a sweet
I hang out with a gang out Flatbush with cool beats
I foun the reverberated shout was "god damn"
And questions about the methods how the Planets made jams
Wallowed through a gang of mirk in the interim
A couple of times we got jerked but still invented them
Wicked litle kick it joints that got us ghetto wheight
And also kept the jazz alive by pulling off the plates
Maybe only we was hip to stretching out the brain
I felt like Bird Parker when I shot it in my vein
I toss these major losses on a Mingus jazzy strum
Flip off into a nod and dig myself for dying young
It's like cool was the bop and the flair
I kicks it to my pools by the nap of the hair
I'm pinning Uncle Sam for the death of swinging quotes
For losing Bud Powell sliding over Dizzy's notes
Was it that the rebirth was the birth of new **** or cool ****
The jazz power shower showed the crew was sure legit
But hey presence is gone
Hank Mo's gone
They killed the coolest breeze in this land of the free
And it been like that since they lied about they flag
Like all my main man's gave their beats up for skag
So I pops it at your crew like Bu I did a lid
But I use Lee's Cooker I got my buzz around midnight

[Ladybug]
The season's been smooth like the suede
Pumas that Butter got when Butter got paid
Or better yet Dolphy's archetypes for cool dudes
Or better still 'Trane using space in afro blue
It's simple
Swing be the freakin' of the time
The spinning by the King's good for speaking of the mind
The 47 sessions gave the buzzes that I caught
They asked me was it cool blues Knowledge
{What you thought?}
I told them it was solid, dig, the licks was way out
My baby loves to kiss when Ornette just lays out
So the quotes be as such about the kits, uh
{You down with Digable Planets you is a hipster, ****}
I lay it on the cats about Monk
The logical extensions coming booming out that trunk
Assuming that the room in which you zoom's designed by your mind,
not the stars and stripes
But Red Callis booms and the rat-a-tat-tat by Max or Philly Joe
On we go

[Doodlebug]
The season's been fat like some boom
Doodlebugs math jazz fillin gup the room
When Booker jammed with Eric at the funky 5 spot
And Jimmy Cob's job was laying crashes on the top
Butter cops his lid at this little Harlem jam
The tenor bopped the middle in his shades and his tam
I'm digging how these dudes made my buzz a little hipper
And angles on the mood really couldn't get no blacker
I'm sinking deep to the slickness of the horn
I'm thinking take the hipness and just lay it in my form
So when the hoodlums flood waiting for another anthem
I say it's in the blood 'cause it ain't nothing but rhythm
And rhythm goes on and on to the break of moon baby
The dads is gone but the youth still come lovely
The sickness towards the world when Sam caused the blues
But hipness takes a swirl in jams by my crew

[cinch]

This thread needs revival, double-header style:


Let's Make The Water Turn Black (Frank Zappa)

Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It's about some little people from a long time ago
And all the things the neighbors didn't know
Early in the morning Daddy Dinky went to work
Selling lamps & chairs to San Ber'dino squares
And I still remember Mama with her apron & her pad
Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe!

Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day . . .
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!

Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room
(A marvel to be seen: dysentery green)
While Kenny & his buddies had a game out in the back:
LET'S MAKE THE WATER TURN BLACK

We see them after school in a world of their own
(To some it might seem creepy what they do . . . )
The neighbors on the right sat & watched them every night
(I bet you'd do the same if they was you)

Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day . . .
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!

Ronnie's in the Army now & Kenny's taking pills
Oh! How they yearn to see a bomber burn!
Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine!
(Wait till the fire turns green . . . wait till the fire turns green)
WAIT TILL THE FIRE TURNS GREEN!

This would be a little bit of vocal teen-age heaven, right here on Earth!

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Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off (Hawksley Workman)

look at those buggers who are looting the crash site
taking the ring off your sweet little finger
that i gave to you, when we got married
you're under water now, you're getting back to where you came from
no stealing of your beauty that could naturally flow
from the center of all that you are, all that you are

your beauty must be rubbing off
your beauty must be rubbing off on me

if we had children they'd be lovely and beautiful
and posses a peace and strength and a depth in their eyes
and a soundless in heart, even as they cry
and we as lovers bloom like lilies in midnight
to taste our bellies before god
we are witness to currents we cannot control, cannot control

your beauty must be rubbing off
your beauty must be rubbing off on me
your beauty must be rubbing off
your beauty must be rubbing off on me

it's all the faces that you never have, or that you never had
to the shivers you couldn't shake the planes
you didn't make the hooks that didn't take off at night
in your window as you fight with the curtains
to cover up your nakedness from the neighbour's gaze such a sweet display
of nothingness of everything of nevermind
these thing are fine the sweet tooth sunsets forgets tonight

cacaphony, cacaphoney

so let me say that you look lovely in all of this
and let me say that the death that i fear
could in part be a fear that i'd lose you, you're just as i found you

your beauty must be rubbing off
your beauty must be rubbing off on me
your beauty must be rubbing off
your beauty must be rubbing off on me

don't be a stranger to the danger that is kissing you
your beauty must be rubbing off

[SlowwHand]

The Warrior
Scandal (Patty Smyth)

You run, run...run away
It's your heart...that you betray
Feeding on...your hungry eyes
I bet you're not so civilized

Well, isn't love..primitive
A wild gift...that you wanna give
Break out of captivity
And follow me, stereo jungle child
Love is the kill.....your heart's still wild

Chorus:
Shootin' at the walls of heartache, bang, bang, I am the warrior
Well I am the warrior, and heart to heart you'll win..if you survive
the warrior....the warrior

You talk, talk, you talk to me
Your eyes touch me physically
Stay with me, we'll take the night
As passion takes another bite

Who's the hunter...who's the game?
I feel the beat...call your name
I hold you close...in victory
Idon't wanna tame your animal style..
you won't be caged...in the call of the wild....

Repeat Chorus

Shootin' at the walls of heartache (shootin' at the walls of heartache)
The warrior.....
I am the warrior, and heart to heart you'll win...if you survive
The warrior...the warrior

[SlowwHand]

Mr. Bojangles
Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt, and baggy pants
The old soft shoe
He jumped so high, jumped so high
Then he lightly touched down

I met him in a cell in New Orleans I was
down and out
He looked to me to be the eyes of age
as he spoke right out
He talked of life, talked of life, he laughed
clicked his heels and stepped

He said his name "Bojangles" and he danced a lick
across the cell
He grabbed his pants and spread his stance,
Oh he jumped so high and then he clicked his heels
He let go a laugh, let go a laugh
and shook back his clothes all around

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
throughout the south
He spoke through tears of 15 years how his dog and him
traveled about
The dog up and died, he up and died
And after 20 years he still grieves

He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
for drinks and tips
But most the time I spend behind these county bars
'cause I drinks a bit
He shook his head, and as he shook his head
I heard someone ask him please

Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, dance..

[SlowwHand]

Most My Lyrics Buds Split? Fine. I'll Carry The Torch.

Do Ya
Electric Light Orchestra

In this life I’ve seen everything I can see woman,
I’ve seen lovers flying through the air hand in hand
I’ve seen babies dancing in the midnight sun,
And I’ve seen dreams that came from the heavenly skies above
I’ve seen old men crying at their own grave sides
And I’ve seen pigs all sitting watching, picture slides
But I never seen nothing like you.

Chorus:
Do ya do ya want my love
Do ya do ya want my face
Do ya do ya want my mind
Do ya do ya want my love

Well I, heard the crowd singin’ out of tune,
As they, sat and sang Auld Lang Syne by the light of the moon
I heard the preachers bangin’ on the drums,
And I heard the police playin’ with their guns
But I never heard nothin’ like you.

In the country where the sky touches down
On the field, she lay her down to rest
In the morning sun,
They come a’runnin’ just to get a look, just to
Feel to touch her long black hair they don’t give a damn

Chorus

Well I think you know what I’m trying to say woman,
That is I’d like to save you for a rainy day,
I’ve seen enough of the world to know,
That I’ve got to get it all to get it all to grow.

Chorus

[cinch]

Bullets (Hawksley Workman)

(you are every bit a soldier
i won't forget you too soon)
you've got
pies in the oven
all across the sea
i'm just here fighting for our liberty
that and a cold glass of beer
yeah that's why i'm here
and stealin' coins is not really stealin'
when i'm with these boys
no we don't share feelings
but we sure make noise
crashing on enemy walls
we crash till it falls
and if i fall and taste the ground,
and you hear that fire bell sound
don't fear
it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet
don't fear
don't fear
it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet
don't fear
kindly
keep this between you and me baby
don't tell the papers just what i said
no just let them figure it out
what's in my head
on ships at bay
i tattooed an anchor right beside your name
an anchor so sure that i won't float away
it's under my uniform sleeve
it's there till i leave
and if i fall and taste the ground
and you hear that fire bell sound
well don't fear it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet
don't fear
don't fear
it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet
don't fear
don't fear

don't fear
it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet
don't fear
don't fear
it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet
don't fear
don't fear(don't fear)
it's just the bullets
bouncing off my helmet (it's just a bullet just a bullet that you hear)
don't fear
don't fear (don't fear)
it's just the bullets
boncing off my helmet (it's just a bullet just a bullet that you hear)
don't fear
don't fear

[asleepathewheel]

Woody Guthrie

Do Re Mi

Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day,
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line.
'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find --
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."

Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi.

You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm,
Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea.
Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are,
Better take this little tip from me.
'Cause I look through the want ads every day
But the headlines on the papers always say:

If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi.

[SlowwHand]

All right, Cinch! Rock and fire.

[asleepathewheel]

Two from Wilco's latest album, A Ghost is Born

Theologians

Theologians
They don't know nothing
About my soul
About my soul

I'm an ocean
An abyss in motion
Slow motion
Slow motion

Inlitterati lumen fidei
God is with us everyday
That illiterate light
Is with us every night

Theologians
That don't know nothing
About my soul
Oh they don't know

They thin my heart with little things
And my life with change
Oh in so many ways
I find more missing every day

Theologians

I'm going away
Where you will look for me
Where I'm going you cannot come

No one's ever gonna take my life from me
I lay it down
A ghost is born
A ghost is born
A ghost is born

I'm an ocean
I'm all emotion
I'm a cherry ghost
Cherry ghost

Hey I'm a cherry ghost
A cherry ghost


Late Greats

The greatest lost track of all time:
The Late Greats' "Turpentine"
You can't hear it on the radio
You can't hear it anywhere you go

The best band will never get signed
K-Settes starring Butcher's Blind
Are so good, you won't ever know
They never even played a show
You can't hear 'em on the radio

The greatest singer in rock and roll
Would have to be Romeo
His vocal chords are made of gold
He just looks a little too old

The greatest lost track of all time:
The Late Greats' "Turpentine"
I can't hear it on the radio
I don't hear it anywhere I go

The best song will never get sung
The best life never leaves your lungs
So good, you won't ever know
I never hear it on the radio
Can't hear it on the radio

[SlowwHand]

Is there a "sob like a little French school girl" smiley?

Poker
Electric Light Orchestra

Away, the jokers's closing in,
Reform and they will win,
The light is fading fast.
I know, you know, they know, we all know,
Everybody's gonna burn down.

The girls come crawling on all fours,
Banging on locked doors,
High cards call the tune.
I know, you know, they know, we all know,
Everybody's gonna burn down.

Play me another hand,
Loose everything I am,
Until we meet again.

The ace, that's hiding up your sleeve,
Will cause the world to grieve,
The love you had is gone,
I know you know, they know, we all know.

The dream, in every player's heart,
To win it all not part,
They lie awake at night,
I know, you know, they know, we all know.

The game, where gamblers rule the night,
And get your blood they might,
The joker's closin' in,
I know, you know, they know, we all know.

[cinch]

You won't die yet, thread! Not on my watch!

Soft-Hearted Hana (George Harrison)

I ate it and at once my eyes could see you
No sooner had I ooped it down
I felt so far off from the ground I stood on.

My legs they seemed to me like high-rise buildings
My head was high up in the sky
My skin the sun began to fry like bacon.

And then somebody old appeared and asked had I come far . . .
And hadn't they just seen me up on Haleakala . . .
I kept on body surfing to pretend I hadn't heard
There was someone there beside me, swimming like Richard III
And I'm still smiling

Seven naked native girls swam seven sacred pools . . .
Lone-ranger smoking doobies said you're breaking all the rules . . .
You'd better get your clothes on or else there'll be a row . . .
If it wasn't for my sunstroke I would take you on right now . . .
And I'm still smiling.

I fell in love with my Soft-Hearted Hana
She entered right in through my heart
And now although we're miles apart
I still feel her.

She lives beneath the crater in the meadow
She moves among the fruit and grain
You can meet her after heavy rain has fallen.